Dinner Date 1
Nima stared at her reflection in the mirror for the 20th time in a single day.
Having nothing much to do aside from shooting her clip and drowning in gaming and media entertainment, Nima had all day to prepare herself for her date with Joel.
She had spent hours perfecting her hair into bouncing curls before tying it behind to expose her smooth, slender neck.
According to Emily, she would seduce with the curls later. She had to look a bit modest at first.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.
Talking of modesty, Nima stared down at her outfit.
She doesn’t care about what people would think of her outfit, but Emily’s comment about modesty made her shake her head a bit.
She was wearing black short pants. It’s 3 inches away from her kneecaps. Ripped in a vertical line at each side of her hips to give a light glimpse of her skin beneath.
Her sexy curves were effortlessly accentuated with the pant trouser pressing to her lower lips, slightly exposing its parting through the pant.
A simple white sleeveless crop top graced her upper body with white pumps to go with it.
Her flat slim tummy was adorned with golden swarovski jewellery.
Nima had her makeup light, fully assured her natural beauty could dazzle Joel. He had been more stunned when he saw her face without makeup during one of their video calls.
Her lips simply glossed to blend well with her light makeup.
“Stunning.” She whispered as she took in her own reflection.
Although she still worries about how the night will turn out, she has gotten more comfortable speaking with Joel, hence having her tension eased a bit more.
Her mobile phone buzzed, displaying a whatsApp notification.
Nima’s heart raced.
“Is it time already?” She muttered, feeling her palm getting clammy.
Upon opening the message, she realized it was Emily reaching out to her.
“Hey babe, gist me. How are your preparations?”
Nima let out a soft sigh of relief before replying to her friend.
“All good. I think I’m good to go.”
“That’s my girl. Send me a picture? Do you look naughty? Did you let your hair up like I advised? Did you remember to put on a necklace? Remember to let your hair down at some point in the evening, okay?”
Nima let out another sigh with a smile on her face.
“I remember everything.” Nima replied with a picture attached.
Emily’s message came instantaneously. “Holy cow! Girl! You fire!”
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A few hours later, Nima could be seen stepping out of a cab in front of a luxurious restaurant.
She awkwardly paid the taxi driver who had stolen an occasional glance at her through the rear mirror.
“Have a lovely day ahead.” Nima said politely.
“You too ma’am.” The driver replied and left.
Nima stood erect and took a long, deep breath.
“You can do it, Nimalaya. It’s just a date. you’ve talked a lot with him on the phone , remember?” Nima tried to calm herself before turning around to head inside the establishment.
“Oh!” She nearly shrieked when a familiar striking eye peered into hers.
There he was, looking gorgeous in blue denim jeans that hugged his well toned lower part, while a white shirt hugged his upper one.
His hair is simply styled. A fair part of it slightly falls forward to rest on the right side of his temple.
Joel is a man of proud height, standing taller than Nima, despite how she stood at 5’7.
He had a bewitched expression.
Nima’s heart pounded loudly against her ribcage. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fixated on Joel.
He was such a gorgeous man with charming eyes. So beautiful yet intrusive.
His eyes probed others’ with the intention of knowing everything there is about them.
This could be creepy from some people, but from Joel, it makes heart races, mouth watered, and the desire to share clenching women’s hearts.
“God!” Joel suddenly broke the silence, his eyes taking their sweet time to travel down her body, lingering at her hips and the waist bead that shimmered to the slightly dull hue of the restaurant banner light.
“You look…” His voice trailed off as their gaze met once again.
He moved closer, making Nima let out a shaky breath.
Taking both of her hands in his, he lifted them aside to further appreciate her.
“Common, stop it already.” Nima replied shyly.
His soft palm had finally jolted her to her senses, yet she made no attempt to retrieve her hands from his.
She loves the gesture. A lot.
“Angel, the word to describe your beauty hasn’t been created yet. My mind is blown.” He muttered softly.
Nima’s cheeks turned redder in hue, but she still managed a ‘thank you.’
“Common, let’s go in. It’s cold outside.” Joel urge, leading her to the restaurant.
Their first date had officially begun.